Trackmasters - Bury My Head (In the Sand) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Fake thug, no love you get the slug) Audacious G (CB4 Gusto, your luck low I didn't know til I was drunk though) K. Sean (Til I was drunk though Til I was drunk though Til I was drunk though...) [Verse 1] Fantastical fantasias deep within your wildest fantasies Bombastical contagious, vividly-drawn out tapestries Covered with colors of apathy, agony Keeps on grabbin' me, suffocation Can't get no consolation in the constellations I've run of out of patience Let me paint you pictures of the journey of an apostle It's awesome, its gotham Batman and Robin, my heart man is throbbin' I've been doing way too much head nodding This sh** is hypnotic So follow me, follow me, follow me Through the escapades of an escapist Dreams of escalades and stages Arenas and pages, written of the ages Life and times of G, who so ambitiously dared to dream No one can find me, I am Bin Laden in hiding From myself and everybody else Livin' low man, every penny helps But I'm not doing this for the wealth, I'm doing this for my health (But I'm not doing this for the wealth, I'm doing this for my health) [Hook] Paved roads going nowhere, in a no-man's land No worries, no care, bury my head in the sand I just bury my head in the sand (Bury my head in the sand) Paved roads going nowhere, in a no-man's land No worries, no care, bury my head in the sand I just bury my head in the sand (Bury my head in the sand) [Verse 2] Starin' at these swirling streams of kaleidoscopic melodies Enveloping you like felonies, at the speed of sound I feel empathy for my enemies, cas immina show you how I get down How I get down, man I get down So take a trip with me down the rabbit hole To a place oh so cold, im taking you off the globe Off the map to a whole 'nother f**in' orbital Man, what the f** am I on? I don't know I'm just stumblin' on a jumbotron Like a used tampon, I just overflow And gush all my emotions, you already know That I'm the most really dope in the OP You already know me, I'm a f**in' OG Homie; No, not really I'm the furthest thing from gangsta But it's cool cuz yo at least I ain't a wa*ksta (Ain't a wa*ksta) [Hook] [Verse 3] In the sand, It sounds so innocent But the truth is I have no inner sense Of what im doing; that's why im so militant So hesitant, where am I going? There is no way of knowing, that's why I keep flowing When the lights start glowing, That's the only time I feel human; Otherwise I feel at a crossroads I'm not a boss, and I know I'm not wise enough to choose which path Will take me to the place of last- Ing glory and fame and least pain Kinda hard to maintain Everything is so mundane and I've felt the strain Of having to struggle and juggle The weight of not knowing the day The money supply will run dry Why you think I got high? Single mother hustling to pay the bills At one point could barely afford the next meal I woulda done anything; I damn woulda k**ed Just to make sure she woulda been okay, and not starve to d**h f** myself I'm a mess Looking in the mirror, all the lines getting clearer Barely recognize myself I look old People tellin' me I look 25, ask myself why? All this stress is takin' its toll Are you there god? I'm waiting for your Answer, I'm praying, I'm on knees laying Give me a sign! [Hook] (x2) [Outro] Bury my head in the sand (x4)